Vietnamese Traditional Dance

Come to our homeland, admire the distant blue sea, listen to the sound of footsteps on the horizon. Stop listening to the river of the city sinking deep into the high sea, sucking away the wind's fury through the haze. The royal riverbank, turned upside down, stretches out beyond the basket, brightly illuminated in the rosy glow of the morning sun. The South Sea echoes with the footsteps of homeland from afar, from the distant blue horizon. The one who follows the young lover's slice of flesh, the fresh bitter love quickly turns sad. The land rises, the fields flow like seas, yet still I strain my hands each bitter night. Spring has arrived, our hometown, the sweet sea young and green, pink and white blooming on the lips. Stop listening to the city river sinking deep, the high sea sucking away the wind's furious thrust through the haze. Stop listening to the city river sinking deep into the high sea, sucking away the wind-blown haze.